It’s me, A.J. Daulerio, editor of Deadspin. I’ve interrupted my vacation for one day to come entertain you sassy steak eaters again.
Now, last time, there was a minor uproar around these parts over my editorial direction (which, if you’re at all familiar with my work at Deadspin, tends to happen, oh, once per week). But you were quite vocal: “He doesn’t even read the site!” “Anna wouldn’t let this happen!” “We’re called lesbian shit-asses, you Italian-faced cockhole.” Etc.
